My Fiancé's Scandals Never End, So I Married His Uncle Instead-Chapter 163: Insecurity

At the villa’s main gate.

Kian Sterling’s car had long since vanished into the night.

Celia Sterling rubbed her eyes, finally feeling sleepy. She lazily tumbled into Silas Norwood’s arms. "It’s so late. We should go to bed, too."

Silas Norwood caught her, wrapping an arm around her waist and sweeping her up as he walked toward the bedroom.

They had both showered earlier while Kian Sterling was resting and had even managed a light nap for an hour or two. Now that sleepiness was creeping back, they skipped the usual routine, and Silas Norwood tucked her straight into bed.

"Silas," Celia Sterling said, stretching out her arms. "I want to cuddle you to sleep."

The next moment, Silas’s cool, refined presence enveloped her. His large, elegant hands gently took her arms, guiding them to wrap around his firm, toned waist.

And then... nothing.

After several minutes, Celia Sterling opened her eyes, studying Silas Norwood searchingly. "You’re acting strange."

Silas Norwood held her close, not the least bit sleepy. He looked down at her, his voice soft and a little hoarse. "Why would you say that, my love?"

Celia Sterling’s cheeks grew a little warm.

She’d had plenty of experience over the past few days with what the publicly aloof and dignified Silas Norwood was like in private. Before, forget cuddling—the moment the bedroom door closed, Silas would be grabbing a condom from the drawer. But tonight, he was being remarkably proper. He’d just held her for several minutes without making a single move.

But it wasn’t that he didn’t want to.

Holding his waist, she could feel it quite clearly: he wanted her. Badly.

"What are you holding back for?" Celia Sterling chose her words carefully, her tone a mix of shyness and curiosity. "Weren’t we going at it three or four times a day before? Today it was just this morning. Have you had a change of heart? Decided to practice some moderation for the sake of your health?"

Silas Norwood: "..."

He had no intention of practicing moderation.

It was just that, for the past few minutes, with her soft, warm body in his arms, he’d been overcome with emotion and his mind had wandered, thinking about all sorts of things.

He decided to be open and honest with Celia Sterling.

"My love," he said softly. "Will you ever get tired of me?"

Surprised, Celia Sterling sat up, propping her head up on his chest to look down at him.

Tired of him?

That was a word that should never have come out of Silas Norwood’s mouth. He was the wealthiest man in Metropia, the unattainable prize socialites dreamed of winning. He was always the one to look down on others; who would ever have the right to get tired of *him*?

With his stunning face and unique charisma alone, forget getting tired of him—if he so much as crooked his finger, countless women from the Capital Circle would come flocking, ready to cherish him for a lifetime.

"Why would you think I’d get tired of you?" she asked.

"Watching you today with that group of vibrant, young A-listers... I don’t have their youthful energy, nor am I musically or theatrically talented. Other than a barely passable face, it feels like I have nothing to offer." Silas Norwood sighed softly. "For the first time in my life, I feel old."

Seeing his insecurity, Celia Sterling teased, "You’re richer than them."

"They have money, too. Besides, once you reach a certain amount, money is just a meaningless string of numbers," Silas Norwood said casually. "It’s not as interesting as A-lister Lancaster’s angelic voice, Top Idol Chambers’s sensual dancing, A-lister Lowell’s silver tongue, or A-lister Caldwell’s amusing magic tricks."

Far too many people had come to see Silas Norwood today, and he’d been busy the entire time.

Celia Sterling was surprised that even while surrounded by a huge crowd and being so busy, he had still managed to notice every single detail of what she was doing and commit it to memory. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

"So that’s why you’re feeling insecure?" Celia Sterling was a little speechless. "Sure, they’re good-looking, but their charisma doesn’t even compare to the other Crown Princes in our circle. I’m just having a bit of fun. I’d never think less of you because of them."

Silas Norwood thought about how effortlessly she moved through the circle of A-listers, which gave him the unsettling illusion that she could leave him at any time.

’But it seems... I can’t live without her now.’

But he couldn’t bring himself to say such cheesy, sentimental words out loud.

He pulled Celia Sterling a little tighter and whispered, "Letting you spend time with those male celebrities, then giving you and Kade your space... Cece, only now, holding you, do I get that sense of security, that feeling that you’re truly mine."

So it was just a fleeting moment of vulnerability.

Celia Sterling took a deep breath and looked at Silas Norwood.

"In that case, would you like to feel a little more secure? We could do something intimate... something only we can do together."

Through a long, passionate night that lasted from midnight until the first light of dawn, every trace of insecurity vanished from Silas Norwood’s heart.

At eleven in the morning, the well-rested couple finally departed from the villa for Seraphine.

The drive was nearly two hours long. The couple sat in the back seat, both looking pleasantly lethargic. Celia Sterling leaned against Silas Norwood’s chest, scrolling through her phone. The travel show’s livestream had ended abruptly at Silas’s direction, but that did nothing to dampen the fans’ obsessive enthusiasm. On all the major video-sharing and social media apps, one tap was all it took to be flooded with clips of Silas Norwood, Kian Sterling, various corporate chairmen, and superstar A-listers. Clips featuring Silas Norwood and the group of A-listers were the most popular.

"These fans have too much time on their hands. Every single appearance you made... forget a shot of your back, they even made separate clips of just your shadow on the ground. And they’re getting tons of likes and comments," Celia Sterling remarked, looking at the flood of video edits. "And you were saying last night you had no advantages. Look how sharp-eyed the public is. You’re more popular than all those A-lister heartthrobs put together."

With a gentle expression, Silas Norwood toyed softly with a lock of her hair, saying nothing.

For years, Silas Norwood had cultivated an aura of mystery across all social circles. Netizens would occasionally flock to his Weibo to ’pray to The Moneybags,’ though it was mostly in jest. In contrast, Kian Sterling, a man of similar standing as the head of a powerful family, was a constant fixture on trending lists. His story—a deposed crown prince reclaiming his power—was the stuff of high-society legend. Add to that his bewitching, almost demonic good looks, and it was no wonder half of his ninety million followers were fans of his face alone.

Back then, the public didn’t know that the Capital Circle had not only a ’cinnabar mole,’ but also an equally soul-stirring ’white Moonlight’.

After his accidental appearance on camera yesterday, and Kian Sterling’s subsequent arrival, the two men were captured chatting together, finally bringing Silas Norwood’s face into perfect focus for the camera.

The renowned Metropia’s Moneybags, a man who controlled a vast empire of resources, also possessed such a divinely handsome, aloof face. Who wouldn’t be smitten?

In a single night, his Weibo follower count had skyrocketed by over ten million, with no signs of slowing down. Celia Sterling estimated that in a few days, his numbers might even rival Kian Sterling’s.

"The fans’ captions on these clips are hilarious." Loving the drama, Celia picked out the most amusing ones to read to Silas. "Like, ’I can’t believe The Moneybags, who reeks of money, has such an ethereal face,’ and ’The phrase ’cold and abstinent’ has been personified for the first time.’ Or this one: ’He’s such a flower on a high mountain. I want to pluck him down and keep him in my bed, what do I do?’ And, ’After one fleeting glimpse, I’ve already picked out our children’s names...’"

The comments were getting more and more absurd. Silas Norwood finally couldn’t take it anymore. He picked up his phone with one hand and sent a message to the public relations department of the Norwood Group in Metropia.